100 Tears Reviews
"Twenty years, we've kept Johnny Law out of our business. Justice was done, eye for an eye, carney law."-Bartender
Oh, the gore, the gore! If you're a gore hound, this is a must see. There's a impressivly huge meat cleaver from Hell.
"Holy shit! I just mopped here! You crazy clown! I just mopped here!"-Ricky the Janitor (John Archer Lundyren)
Summary: Its enjoyable if you don't take it seriously and like extremely violent stuff
Over the course of December, 2011, I watched a total of thirty-one films. For those bad at math, that works out to one movie per day. Of them, 100 Tears was the third-worst of the lot, managing to be-barely-better than Richard Linklater's subUrbia and Charles Kaufman's Mother's Day. But "barely" is a relative term. I have already spewed vitriol over those two pieces of dung, while 100 Tears is still sitting in the review queue waiting for me to find the proper words to give it the review it deserves... so maybe this was the worst of the lot and I just haven't realized it yet. Anything is possible.
Plot: a couple of bumbling Internet journalists, Christine Greason (Sculpture scream queen Raine brown) and Mark Webb (Frost Bite's Joe Davison, who also wrote the script) (note: I'm pretty sure they were not meant to come across as bumbling), investigate a tale, told very confusingly in the movie's opening scenes, about a circus performer, Gurdy the Clown (Unearthed's Jack Amos), who was sent to prison years ago for a crime he didn't commit, went crazy inside, and exacted brutal, bloody revenge on those who sent him up when he got out. Now he's on the run from the law, still crazy, and still killing, and both the journalists and a couple of police officers are closing in on him. But the circus community is a tight-knit one indeed.
Marcus Koch is normally a special effects guy (recently on things like Quarantine 2: Terminal and The Theatre Bizarre), and it shows; a good bulk of the film's budget went to the gore effects, and honestly, they were worth it. If only anything else about the movie had been. Davison's script is woefully lacking (or the editing was), leading to the movie, especially the first fifteen or so minutes of it, being incredibly confusing. The acting is about what you'd expect from a microbudget gore film. The sets are about as low-budget as they come, and this effect was not helped by the lighting-some really odd choices made in that department, which makes me wonder if choices were made at all. The cinematography, courtesy one Wesley Wing (his first film work), didn't help much either; he's got a basic idea of where to put a camera, but not much in the way of interesting things to do with it. I'm spending a lot of time on the tech details here because they turn what could have been a relatively entertaining film into something of a slog. Remember the Jim Rose Circus Sideshow episode of the X-Files? Go watch that again instead, it's a much better time. 1/2